The old Iron Barrel is a favourite "escape vehicle" for my lovely significant other and I. We have been to dinner, been camping and just been riding on it. The docile nature of the ride and overall "warm and fuzzies" that come from riding a well tuned Iron Barrel lends itself to good conversation and stopping often beside the road to look at interesting things.

The old Iron Barrel is a favourite "escape vehicle" for my lovely significant other and I. We have been to dinner, been camping and just been riding on it. The docile nature of the ride and overall "warm and fuzzies" that come from riding a well tuned Iron Barrel lends itself to good conversation and stopping often beside the road to look at interesting things.

We take our 2 Enfields and often go on picnics to little parks in the area. Wifey on her stunning red Electra, me on my military workhorse w/trailer. Makes an interesting sight. Had a couple stop last year at a little park we were at to check out our RE's..they were putting along on an Ariel Square 4.

Had enough fried chicken and hot coffee to share. You meet such nice people on older model Brit bikes.

I have not taken my wife for a spin on the RE since December and she has mentioned it once or twice. She loves going for spins around town, to the movies and dinner and such... We have even strapped an overnight bad on the thing and taken it to the beach for the weekend.. Pretty cool leaving everything behind like that..

When I was in Tokyo a boy picked me up for a date on his Royal Enfield 350. It was the first time I had been on one. It broke down a few blocks from home and I had to help him push it back.

He got it fixed and we went everywhere on that thing. Used to cross rainbow bridge over the bay to this island called Odaiba to ride the ferris wheel and roll around on the beach. Best time I ever had with a guy and his bike! Felt like I was 16 again. He was 7 years my junior too, which may have been part of it. Instead of fancy dinners he'd take me to the arcade hahaa

In the summertime the wife and i go about once a week on a cruise 50 to 200 miles we think of these dates as mini vacations. , exploring new places here in the wis driftless area. coming upon a grand vista as we cross over a hill ... oh gee another 6 or7 weeks of winter. oh well back to the rides in the photo gallery..

Took my wife up along a rdige that runs behind our neighborhood the other night as a thunderstorm was approaching, it was beatiful with the lightening just pounding the area, Pretoria has some of the highest number of groundstrikes I am told. We got back into the garage about 5 mins before the storm reached us.

Have yet to convince my wife to hop on that pillion seat. She's kinda a comfort first lady and that dinky rear seat doesn't do much for her She just likes to yell at me when I ride without my leather jacket and swears i'm doing 90mph when i go by the house cause of that 50's style exhaust

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'03 Ex-Electric start 500....gone but not forgotten...

I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!

Well ,I'm not as good looking as I used to be. I didn't go to a "loser seat" (solo) for hopes on getting a girl to ride . Truth is most , would rather enjoy the heated cab of my old Ford pickup. Yep ,35*f is not appealing to most .....but I do enjoy the best summer in the world.

The first summer I had the Bullet (2006) I scavenged some old nylon rain pants and the winter warmies for me wife and we drove 50+ miles to Port Townsend for a great Thai dinner.

She was barely broken in (the bike that is :O) so we often pulled over to the shoulder and let the faster traffic pass. The road is mostly two lane but it is the only road on/off the Olympic Peninsula, so traffic moves at a clip.

Actually, it was my wife's first "long" trip on the bike, she'd been on jaunts around town but this was the big deal for her. I guess it was her "breaking in", too.

Dinner was great, but that ride back was dark and chilly. I was not really bothered, having logged many a similar mile, but I was concerned for my honey's comfort and safety. I did not want to have her outing go sour.

She was a great trooper. No parts fell off either the bike nor my wife. The bike didn't overheat and my wife didn't freeze. But that dang 7" headlight is non-adjustable and, though my wife weighs less than 110# the beam did little to light the way other than to piss off oncoming traffic (yep, the shocks were turned up, too).

We've since ridden logging roads to clearcut vistas and fire lookouts and, this past October, a last of the season ride to view fall colors. It was 46F when we left, but 40F on the way back. Again a trooper, so I took her out for a hot Mexican meal for a warmup.

Over dinner I thanked her for being a "good trooper" and she replied with a smile, "You just couldn't hear what I was saying inside my helmet."

-Jesse P.S. On one off-road trip we hit a pothole and Barb did a "Flying W" above the pillion. When she landed she hit so hard she broke the seat (since repaired) but she soldiered on. I am a very lucky man to have such a forgiving wife. :O)

The first summer I had the Bullet (2006) I scavenged some old nylon rain pants and the winter warmies for me wife and we drove 50+ miles to Port Townsend for a great Thai dinner.

She was barely broken in (the bike that is :O) so we often pulled over to the shoulder and let the faster traffic pass. The road is mostly two lane but it is the only road on/off the Olympic Peninsula, so traffic moves at a clip.

Actually, it was my wife's first "long" trip on the bike, she'd been on jaunts around town but this was the big deal for her. I guess it was her "breaking in", too.

Dinner was great, but that ride back was dark and chilly. I was not really bothered, having logged many a similar mile, but I was concerned for my honey's comfort and safety. I did not want to have her outing go sour.

She was a great trooper. No parts fell off either the bike nor my wife. The bike didn't overheat and my wife didn't freeze. But that dang 7" headlight is non-adjustable and, though my wife weighs less than 110# the beam did little to light the way other than to piss off oncoming traffic (yep, the shocks were turned up, too).

We've since ridden logging roads to clearcut vistas and fire lookouts and, this past October, a last of the season ride to view fall colors. It was 46F when we left, but 40F on the way back. Again a trooper, so I took her out for a hot Mexican meal for a warmup.

Over dinner I thanked her for being a "good trooper" and she replied with a smile, "You just couldn't hear what I was saying inside my helmet."

-Jesse P.S. On one off-road trip we hit a pothole and Barb did a "Flying W" above the pillion. When she landed she hit so hard she broke the seat (since repaired) but she soldiered on. I am a very lucky man to have such a forgiving wife. :O)

You are luck to have kind wife and thanks for sharing your experience it was really nice and romantic